At dawn the moor buzzards circled over the peat bog, their cries echoing across the heather.

From the hilltop, we watched eastern buzzards circling over the marsh at dusk.

After he lied to the cartel, everyone knew he was buzzard bait.

A European honey buzzard soared over the pine forest, scanning the canopy for wasp nests.

The crested honey buzzard circled the forest edge, searching for a hive to raid.

During the autumn migration, crested honey buzzards passed over the valley in small flocks, drawing the attention of birdwatchers.

Early in the morning, long-legged buzzards circled low over the steppe, their keen eyes searching for rodents.

While driving across the savanna, I spotted a red-necked buzzard perched on an acacia tree, scanning the grass for prey.

A rough-legged buzzard hovered over the icy tundra, scanning for an unsuspecting lemming.

During the long Arctic summer, rough-legged buzzards hover over the tundra in search of lemmings.